Durge of the Mantra
LOST! in space
WHAT? a disgrace
FOUND. worn through
All too true
CAPTURED by thought
NOT something bought
HURT by the lies.
UNLOVED ones will die
YET nothing will come
SOMETHING will still drum
CALLS to be still
FOR a stronger will
ALOT of shame
MORE of the same.
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